Prologue
The night was cold, as Louis ran on the wet road. The soft rain which was pouring down turned into heavy showers as he ran for what probably was his life. He glanced back, trying to look at the men which were after him. As he heard the shouts getting nearer and nearer he increased his pace until he came to the entrance of an old hotel. The building was clearly made at least fifty years back with its huge doors and cracked windows. Louis saw the lights of a small town further down the road but he knew if he followed that, the men would catch him. His only source of protection was inside the building.
He looked sideways and then to the top. Written in bold letters were the words 'Hotel Styles'. Louis gulped his own saliva and took a deep breath before entering the building not realising that it might be the most foolish thing he could do.
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Hotel Styles |Larry Stylinson|
FanfictionTerrified and wet Louis Tomlinson finally finds a hotel to stay in so he is protected from the people who are chasing him. As the cold water drops pattered down he rushed inside, not bothering to check for anything else. When parents tell you to no...
